Hi Daniel

I went to the doctor’s first thing this morning for my blood tests. We had to take a number and I was number five. I took a seat and waited to be called. It seemed like a long wait. Pretty soon there were about ten people waiting. I thought I’d take a picture of my number and send it to you. The internet reception wasn’t strong enough to send it, so that’s why I’m sending it now.

The guy sitting across from me asked if I was taking a picture of my number for insurance purposes. I told him no I was taking it to show my boyfriend. Then I kind of blushed for having called you my boyfriend. Then I blushed harder thinking I should have called you my lover. He smiled and said it was appropriate that I was wearing a flower shirt while sitting on a flower. Maybe I looked confused. He pointed down. For an instant I thought was pointing at my pussy. Then I realized my chair was right on top of one of flower tiles on the floor. “Yes, appropriate,” I said. He asked if maybe I’d like him to take a picture of me with my number. I said okay. He seemed like a nice man. He was number six. But it did occur to me that he might run off with my phone. Or even worse scroll through some of my pictures, like the ones Ashley took the other day. Maybe I should delete those. In case anyone steals my phone. Ha ha. Anyway he took my picture. I think it turned out pretty good.